high rollers People of the city,stop foolin' yourself Crime rules the streets,who the hell else All the police have gone out to play Because for enough
Hostages tied up and shot in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck ?The children have to go to school? Well, moms, good luck 'cause the shit's fucked up
my shit and I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up 'Cause I'm not the
like me's still rappin Just treat each other right Either that, or you're lookin for a sure fight Fuck the police We already know they ain't about no fuckin
up niggers Because I'm a pimp and a player Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer You don't like it Well stay out of my fucking way Duck for the
Yo, what's up with all these niggas On these muthafuckin' records talkin' all this bullshit I ain't tryin' to hear that shit, man These bitches ain't
, some say just for fun And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun "Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all But what's up with that
bull pump And now there's fuckin' shot-up body all on the floor But that's what the shovel's for I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with
cluttered with this bud And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood Tyna suppress the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes I'm in it for the
you I need to pray for you, no I need to pray for me You make me ready to burst, the way you play with me Look at how you act up, that?s why I backed
clinic I guess I should take you For motivating me to do things you said I can't do You said I can't be number 1 all the time And I can't make my money
've chosen to go Frozen as snow, I show no emotion whatsoever, so Don't ask me why I have no love for these mo'fuckin' ho's Blood suckin' succubuses, what the fuck is up
catch up And the twista kinda wicked when I spit it now I be choppin' up cheddar with Kanye Chop a little cheddar up with Jay Chop it up with the O to
of leaves gucci mane fuck up the sound dead drunk like my uncle touch my brother dood n i'll cock and shoot or cut your throat gucci mane fuck up the
their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, smack him up Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom 50 g's, need keys to
shells bounce off the Wally moccasins You chessbox with a marksman, high states crossin Fuck the law man, it's arson, straight up arson What? Flamin y'all niggaz, fuck
Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus, baby What you got a feelin' for? I can show
yo porsche nigga without yo frame nigga More money good aim nigga you get it you blame nigga F-Fuck em for change nigga F-Fuck em my change nigga Cartier